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“Oh! Pardon me!”

You bumped into the poor boy! Not only that, but you’ve dropped the candle you were holding just seconds ago. Careless and crude... tsk. You bend down to pick it up.

There were a number of things that literally protruded from this kid, things that were taking up Green’s field of view without his consent. He could of course start with the outfit; those pants didn’t look like they could breathe at all, and the jacket looked like a cue ball biker had shared their tailor with a magician. His hair looked like a safety hazard, and those colors couldn’t be easy to maintain. He honestly had to hand it to the guy; guts were required to pull a look like that off. It still gave Green a wave of second-hand embarrassment, but he won’t tell people how to live their life.

Glancing down, he notices Growlithe panting up a storm. He’d have to make a point of getting a grooming brush to aid the shedding process. He then pokes at aforementioned stranger on the shoulder blade.   

                               how ODD.

   though undeniable youthfulness illuminates amethyst pools, his mind is not some vibrant playground that has never been maliciously plagued by tumultuous storms. though bloodstained claws have mischievously scratched the surface instead of mercilessly tearing apart the treasure chest of knowledge that permanently resides within the unfamiliar boy or courteously leaving it be, they do not she does not intend to inflict suffering. it is simply a touch of amusement that is presently desired. it is because the words that will soon depart from poinsettia lips will undoubtedly be perceived as suspicious that the odds of that natural craving being satiated sooner rather than later are deemed to be considerable.